@fearlessskywalker // anakin skywalker.
padmé had stepped out to the courtyard, grateful for the feeling of cool air on one of her arms. midnight was near, which meant things would hopefully wind down soon and she’d be able to depart. the night air was still, though soft music still carried through the winding pathways displaying various native flora. it was relatively empty out here, most having strayed inside for heat or the company of others. there was a vague feeling, itching in the back of her mind that she was being watched, trying to pass it off as paranoia. ptsd. she knew her guards were still watching. but as she founded a corner, eyes mostly on the flowering red of a larger plant, she came face to face with the root of the feeling. “anakin. i didn’t think you’d be here.”















